You’ll never remember what I’ll never forget!

Memories are fleeting.  I want to remember him and I want others to know him too  But not just the last 17 years because there's so much more to be told.  

My story goes back 55 years and includes memories, (both good and bad), tears, laughter and so many stories. Generally what happens when someone dies:  they become larger than life. . . the sinner becomes the saint, the lazy person suddenly becomes the salt of the earth, the disinterested, self-centered parent becomes a role model for all.  What a difference a day makes!

So I will approach this blog with caution and avoid sugar-coating the life of this man who chose to be the dad he didn't have to be. Worth mentioning - never once in my presence in 55 years did he ever call me his step-daughter or introduce me to others as his step-daughter, I was always his daughter. That's a memory I'll never forget.